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Super Sailor Elpis usually wasn't one to approach massive group signatures, but this - this was tied to an unusual one that didn't feel warm or chaotic, and she didn't know quite what to expect from an anomaly. Still, practicality begged an investigation, and the Senshi of Metal wasn't letting herself be uninformed. And so, she moved from her planned route for the night,

She had moved deftly and silently, only pausing once growing closer to walk the rest of the distance, head held high with a sense authority and caution as she glanced around.

A motion at her feet gave her pause, and she glanced down to the albino cat entwining around her legs, and frowned. THIS cat seemed different from others, and idly, the senshi scooped her up. In response, Miss Kitty only startled briefly before settling into her senshi's arms, and the feline watched as her senshi moved forward, shielding her in her arms.

The oair glanced around, taking in every order member present, minds ticking off checks and notes before blue and red eyes fell to a haunched, cloaked figure, and Miss Kitty reacted before her senshi, jumping and standing upn her shoulders with a territorial expression even as Super Sailor Elpis squared her shoulders, and the Metal Senshi tossed her hair, looking around one last time before looking to the cloaked figure.

"And who are you?" She drawled, tone that in line with a sense of agitation as opposed to provokation, and her cat moved, puffing before Elpis ruffed Miss Kitty.

"Down, girl. Give him a chance to answer."

Cordoba moved from her apartment after powering, creeping to investigate the unusual feeling, the page looking around anxiously as she walked, mind still poring over her Wonder and the visit with Mistral and recent events as she walked, vibrant teal eyes taking in the crowd nervously before sighting Babylon. He had been at Olympus, had he not? The Mercury knight shivered uncomfortably, and edged only somewhat nearer Babylon, if but trying to keep from sight as she watched, wide eyed, at the assembled crowdf.

Stonehenge knew no such fear, however. The Polaris page was young, and fresh, but still knew this could be educational. Informative. It felt nothing like Chaos, the youma, anyhow, nor like Camelot, and so he walked neatly, eyes almost bored as he glanced at the assembled masses, and practically snorted, eyes taking in the setting before eying the Cloaked figure and he sniffed again. No pride. None at all. Good. He knew his place.

Delphi had been out on patrol, wandering roof top to roof top, wondering if she should invite Slidr out or see what he was up to. He was new and needed more experiences in this war if he was to survive. The city was dangerous even for civilians and if he got caught as a civilian in something she knew he would power up, anyone would, and then he would be screwed. It wasn't something she'd normally do, mentoring or helping, but he was terribly new and needed the help. She also knew that knights needed to unite and help each other, not be as separate as they seemed to be at times. They needed to know who their newest were so they could help them, she still was upset that he'd been injured in that encounter.

She was about to decide to not call him when she felt something slam into her senses and stopped in mid stride. <"What the hell?"> Came the question in Russian before she was making a quick decision. Whatever was going on it was best he know, he could join her and gain a lot of experience as whatever it was felt big to her. This would be a change to see and learn.

Thinking quick she put her ring to use and sent off a message, stamped, right to Slidr hoping it would reach him. She wasn't going to wait though, she was going to head for the signature of power, and the gathering ones she felt, he could meet her on the outskirts of wherever they'd be for this little gathering. She didn't want to waste time in case she was somehow needed.

What the hell is that?

The thought reached him with immediacy upon powering up. Scholomance only intended to use the eve to visit his wonder, but a curious auric sense called his attention above all else. He could not identify its ownership to Chaos or Order, not among the different signatures he already identified, and that alone garnered further interest. He hesitated for a moment, second guessing whether he should approach such an affair, wondering whether his presence would or could make a difference, or if he should resign himself to visiting stark Saturn on such a clarion evening. Finally he decided the ephemeral nature of the signature demanded his time in more immediacy than a wonder transfixed in the sky.

The long trek grew longer with the assistance of a cane that he was unwilling to forgo. A half hour became forty-five minutes, and by the time he grew close to the auric energy he felt, he detected a swath of Order signatures surrounding it. Still, he felt the strangeness above all the rest, even the royal that gathered there now, even above the collection of knights and eternals that threatened to overwhelm it with presence alone. Scholomance finally mounted buildings in his approach, andn drew as close as he could until he visually identified the scene.

Already a good number gathered about the soul, and a handful spoke to it. Scholomance himself knew not what to ask of such a figure, so he retained his silence; if he wanted to speak, then let him speak to those better informed than a squire. Eros was there, he noted, along with Thraen and Babylon.He imagined the latter two would already have important questions prepared for the individual they faced.

The choice was difficult, but Thraen was quite sharp with the inferences made about his magic some time ago; Scholomance chose to linger by him then, and to see if the senshi deduced any important facts about this figure. As he approached, his eyes on the man of unusual aura, Scholomance asked of Thraen's knowledge. "Do you know anything about this man?"

He had felt it the moment he'd powered up and had called to Terry, Erebus, and in turn he had called another. So what finally arrived to the scene of...whatever, the gathering? was two page's of Saturn and Venice. His dark cat like eyes searching the darkness for faces and uniforms, trying to commit some to memory though he was sure he was going to fail at this. Standing right behind Erebus, one hand latched onto the others sleeve, the slightly shorter Venice was peering over the others shoulder and around him.

He was cold, thanks to the lack of fabric his uniform possessed, but the other did offer some body heat and protection from the cold though it wasn't much. Hot shower when he got home, if he got home...Gently his top teeth found his bottom lip and pressed down on it as he continued his look about the crowd of people that seemed ever growing.

"How many..." He whispered just loud enough for the two with him to hear. It seemed like a lot and it was all pinging on his senses and some were powerful - very powerful. One stood out, really stood out, for being odd and different but...that was the one which worried him. It was the signature which ad started this all. Who was it? Was it the one all covered up? His dark eyes had settled on them and didn't move from the figure. "Them..." He whispered, not willing to put a gender to the unknown.

Sabine fully intended to stay close. She did not like this - she did not like this one bit. A shiver ran down her spine, and she remained close to Phact, not so much out of nerves but more out of necessity. If things went south she could at least assist Phact in getting the hell out of there if need be. Or at the very least put in a better position.

Her mind swirled with potential scenarios though, and she didn't quite like the tension that seemed to be practically sizzling in the air. She kept her eyes on those around her as much as on the cloaked figure. She really didn't recognize a lot of faces - save the one Senshi she'd met on the train, but still.

It was a good sign that they had all come here, right?

"I'm with you," She said quietly to Phact, keeping her voice down. "On all counts..."

(Tiny note: some folks have been upgraded but I just haven't updated their journals yet. Nothing fishy going on here, promise. >>)

Glitnir, Knight of Mars

Glitnir came down from the courthouse to feel a bizarre feeling, an aura unlike anything he had ever felt before. On top of that was a massive congregation of auras, so smashed together to the point that it was impossible to pick out individual power sources. It was easy to infer that something BIG was going down. At first, he sighed; he was hoping to get some rest after confronting his darkness and being schooled on how to operate the Shadow Box, but clearly something had other plans. He scurried up to the group, goggling at the spectacle... a cloaked man, and a Prince. The Prince had an expected Princely Order aura, but the man... he was the source of that feeling. Glitnir tried to make his way through the group, best as he could. "Who are you? And what are all of the rest of you doing here?" he called out.



Super Sailor Cor Caroli

Ever since getting his surprise upgrade (really, what had he done to deserve that?) and finding out who a certain Sailor Fornax really was, Cor Caroli had been dragging Fornax just about everywhere he could. And when he felt the weird thing, he knew he had to investigate. It was nothing like a General-Queen's aura, but it was... something. When he finally arrived with Fornax in tow, he stayed towards the fringes of the group. He gave his buddy a prod and said in a stage whisper, "Dude. What the s**t is this. How about we sniff around for hints, huh? Just eavesdrop a bit." He was sure that other people were discussing the strange aura, and if the source had already spoken, it would be a surefire way to catch up.



Eternal Sailor Megrez, Sailor Sadachbia

Sadachbia had been out and about, patrolling ever so dutifully when the aura swept over her. She had texted Megrez roughly 500 times before the older Senshi finally came out... and then she immediately assumed business mode when she felt the aura. The two happened upon the group, and Sadachbia goggled. She hadn't felt this massive a collection of auras since the New Year's Eve event, if even then. "Whoa, there's a lot of people here," Sadachbia said, trying to mask the fact that the auras were a bit overwhelming.

Megrez was not listening, however. Instead, her focus was on a certain pair of dark wings, standing out from everything else. She kept trying to tell herself that Castor would pose no threat right now, that surely he was occupied by whatever the source of the aura was too, but just seeing him made her feel deeply uncomfortable.

Sadachbia gave Megrez a prod. "Megrez, what are you doing?"

"Nothing," Megrez mumbled. "Let's just keep an eye out and get ready for a fight or a revelation."



Sailor Porrima

Towards the back of the group was a senshi not many people would know at all. Sailor Porrima lingered, drifting from place to place, trying to pick up on what snippets of gossip she could. She figured that she had arrived in the thick of it and had missed something, but hopefully someone would drop a kernel of juicy information. She wanted to establish herself somehow- it felt like all she had done was drift around, and now something was finally happening for her to investigate.

In the mass of people, she did spot one familiar face: Elpis. "Hey," she said, giving the other senshi a sudden tap on the shoulder.

Thraen, Eternal of Gardens

More presences gathered, but more welcome ones, ones that Thraen definitively knew. As far as he was concerned, they were all welcome near, and he was glad to be likewise close to them- Scholomance, Celsus, Wolframite-by-Unknown-Title. He'd worked beside them in powered guise, either learning, teaching, or in combat. We won't hesitate to call on each other, hopefully. I wonder if they know each other besides.

He toned the gravel of his voice low and private, "Unknown- an aura unique. Wolf has been in the game and he's asking 'who.' Celsus, you've served long, anything? It isn't like the Parallel Black Moon, or the shades. The Prince is grasping. Unique auras have always been dangerous, whether hostile or not. They're waiting for something. More to arrive, maybe. This was deliberate. They want something. "

'Never a dull moment' doesn't give the impression of recognition, but best to clarify. For us, comparing notes. Is it a man? Maybe. If some form once of human, it has a larger frame in the cloak, more shoulders and narrowed down. Maybe. If Youma or those wraiths use such terms. Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species- rambling

"Friendly fire might be a thing if anyone gets too nervous. "